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A Poem About My Memory

I speak fast because I’ll forget what I say

My memory is bad

I speak fast because I’ll forget what I say

Sometimes I forget what I say.

I forgot what I ate yesterday

I write these poems to portray what I say

Because my words are mixed up,

messed up

fucked up

the blender stirring

walk away as it runs

give me a reason to remember the day

because otherwise

It will all go away

I sometimes dream of leaving the state

Imagine resetting the life you play

Call it quits, give yourself a new name

that’s be the dream….

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